If you are old, you will find that many things in your memory that you feel are insignificant will be forgotten. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's like having had good weather and experiencing inconsequential things. But this does not include some people who have been unforgettable. For example, the brother of the closest bloodline, or the person you have loved for tens of thousands of years.

I looked at the two men lying and sitting in front of me, and suddenly I felt that life was like a dream, and it was ridiculous to the extreme. All existence and past are like flowers in the moon and water in the mirror, leaving only an ethereal shadow, like a phantom that is difficult to distinguish between the real and the false.

Things reversed back to Zhanghuatai.

I looked at Yun Ziyou, who was motionless, my mind was empty, and for some reason, I felt a dull pain in my heart, as if something was screaming frantically in my heart that had been imprisoned for a long time, trying to break through.

The soaring flames came out of his body without warning, and at the same time, there was also a flaming red clothed Feng Jiu wantonly.

"Haha, Soul Engraving...... Wind Yan Jun ....."

The frenzied voice of the falling rouge shouted, but I could only see a thin line in front of me, and inside the line was a sudden and wanton red.

I didn't really hear most of the voices, but I heard the words Feng Yanjun very clearly. Even with it, the red that is getting closer and closer also makes me feel very relieved for no reason.

It's as if the heart that has been hanging in the air has been connected in an instant, and it has fallen down safely.

"Feng Jiu, save him-"

I pleaded in despair.

Yunziyou shouldn't be like this.

He should be on top of the roof and occasionally do something inexplicable, but most of the time, it's still the young, majestic and air-conditioning little Hades. Instead of standing here motionless like now, the vitality on his body slowly dissipated.

If it goes on like this, I'll be distraught.

I trembled and took his slightly cold hand, trying to warm him up with my own body heat.

There were so many questions in my mind, but the person who could help me answer them stood there with a smile on his lips, and a bloody hole was opened in his belly.

That's the damage dealt by the Transferred Soul Curse.

Luo Yan hijacked me, made a gesture of self-detonation of the immortal yuan, and used the traces of the immortal yuan to cover up the immortal power fluctuations of the life soul curse.

Perhaps at first, after all her hopes were dashed, she planned to die together. If the self-detonation immortal yuan is not successful, as soon as the soul curse is activated, those who are connected will live and die together.

I never imagined that Luo Yan's hatred for me would be as deep as that of dying.

I didn't even expect that Yun Ziyou would rush out and transfer the power of the explosion of the Soul Curse to himself.

He stood as solid as a rock, raising his hand to cover my eyes, his gentle breathing as if nothing had happened.

If it weren't for the inexplicable flurry of my heart, the immortal yuan around my body skyrocketed, and then the sticky blood slid down the palm of my hand, dyed red, and I was almost deceived by him.

Feeling the connection of the immortal yuan's riotous spirit, and then looking at Yun Ziyou, who was light and breezy but scarred, what else did you not understand?

I remembered a long, long time ago, in the mortal world, the old man who described the withered tree as Fuchun, when he talked about the question that was not asked, he was so lonely and regretful.

Fu Chun, who has always been cold and hard, said, what I want to ask, what I always want to ask: Old Tang, do you want me to be together all the time, or are you afraid of others pointing fingers?

But when Fuchun finally made up his mind to ask, the person was already bloody and breathless.

A lifetime of regret lies between the two of them.

Life and death, loss and possession, discouragement and happiness, so far and so close.

I looked at the motionless little Hades-sama and couldn't hold back the doubts in my heart.

If I don't ask this question in time, I'm afraid that I will be confused for the rest of my life.

"Yun Ziyou, why are you desperate to save me?"

"Why are you desperate to save me?"

"Why?"

I was like a madman, repeating my questions over and over again.

But Yun Ziyou didn't say anything, he leaned on my shoulder with a pale face, and his breathing was so weak that he could barely hear it.

The ethereal clouds were rapidly receding around us, and for the first time I felt very panicked. I firmly grasped Yun Ziyou's cool hand, afraid that if I was not careful, he would become a wisp in the cloud, and he would be blown away by the wind in a blink of an eye.

"Why are you desperate to save me?

I stubbornly immersed myself in my own problems and refused to give up.

Feng Jiu couldn't stand it anymore, pressed the cloud head, looked directly at me and said, "You really want to know?"

I continued blankly: "Why?"

"Because, he is your husband!"

Feng Jiu looked at me and said word by word.

"Husband?"

Feng Jiu's voice was like a bright light, piercing straight into the chaos in my mind, something that had not been touched for a long time was about to come out.

"But I don't remember—"

I lowered my eyes and looked at Yun Ziyou, who was as pale as snow in front of me. When he fell asleep quietly, the whole person lost his fierce and cold momentum, but had a little more indescribable dusty atmosphere.

"Because you've lost your memory, little sister—"

Feng Jiu gently pressed my head and sighed.

I was stunned.

After saying this, Feng Jiu didn't continue to say more, and directly brought me and Yun Ziyou into the Yan Palace.

Yun Ziyou's injuries made people look at it, but fortunately, it was not life-threatening. It's just that the injury is quite serious and needs to be taken care of for a few months.

The stone in my heart finally fell, and the tense nerves began to relax.

As soon as this fall was loosened, I remembered the two words that Fang Caifeng Jiu said to me.

Doubts drowned me like a tidal wave.

Husband??

Younger sister??

Loss of memory??

But for tens of thousands of years, I haven't had memory loss, huh?

I still remember that when the old Hades was young, I still took him to the mortal world to eat pork ribs, and at that time, he still pulled my sleeve and called me mother-in-law. After tens of thousands of years, the little Hades took office, and then went to the mortal world on a mission, and the memory was smooth and clear all the way.

It doesn't make sense, does it?

Xu is seeing my doubts, Feng Jiu said: "Little sister, it seems that today is the time." ”

After listening to Feng Jiu's words, the absurd feeling in my heart grew like a weed.

Existence is denied, and I turned out not to be me, but to be another person.

Can anyone tell me if all this is a dream or a reality?

Who the hell am I?

I was suddenly a little confused.

In the mortal world, I have seen a very famous proposition.

Who am I, where do I come from, where am I going?

Legend has it that this question is the ultimate philosophical question of mankind.